Memories of Christmas – always with Christ as the reason for Christmas. O what fun we had. May we have meaningful Christmas memories of God’s love this Christmas. Amen.
Last summer while I was walking through Istanbul with a couple friends, I couldn’t help myself. Even though it was easily ninety degrees outside I started humming this song. There was absolutely no way to avoid it. My Christmas senses had been triggered and they needed a release. Why is that? Because I had just walked by a vendor selling chestnuts that were roasted on an open fire. Of course, then we all had to turn around and buy some. Thing is, I don’t even like chestnuts. They’re OK, but the taste isn’t really my thing. I’d just as soon roast them and then feed them to the squirrels, pigeons, or whatever other random vermin (or kids) happening to be running around nearby. I am sure they would be much more appreciative of a warm snack. For me it isn’t about the taste. It’s all about the smell.
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